Steve and Sam were trudging along through the snow. Steve was ahead of Sam, mostly because he wasn't being affected by the cold. Sam was shivering even though he had layers on. No matter how many layers he wore, the cold wind always found a way in. Sam sniffed trying to keep the liquid from running, yet Steve seemed to be fine.

"Hey… Cap?" Sam said catching his breath

"Yeah"

"Have you found it yet?"

"We still have two miles to go" Steve said walking over to Sam

"You alright?" he asked

"Yeah… it's just…really cold" Sam said through shivers and chattering teeth.

"We can stop for a while" Steve said looking around studying the terrain.

"Don't take this as in wimping out, but can we?"

"Yeah, sorry the metabolism makes it hard to get cold"

Steve took his shield and dug into the snow; it was deep and mostly ice. But his shield had no problem making a make shift ice cave. Sam crawled into it once Steve was done; he instantly felt warmer. He sat down and put his hands to his chest, keeping the warmth around his heart.

Steve put his shield at the entrance closing the hole slightly, but leaving the top open so air could come in and so they could look out of it. Steve saw Sam trying to get warm.

"Regretting coming with me?"

Sam looked at him "Hell no, it's just, I'm a little out of my element"

"I was in this for seventy years"

"You were sleeping" Sam said smiling

"It was more like a blink, and here I am"

Sam lightly chuckled and his tone went back to being serious "What do you hope to find at this abandoned Hydra base?"

"Anything on Bucky"

"Are you sure you want to go down that path? Natasha even warned you"

"He's my best friend, I can't give up on him"

"What I said before you almost got killed by him and saved the world, I still think it's true"

"I can see your point, but Bucky was there for me. Even if I didn't exactly see it, it's only right if I am there for him" Steve said knowing that he must have been a pain back before the serum. Yet Bucky put up with him.

"My opinion is mine, and yours is yours"

"Yeah" Steve said his voice trailing off clearly not wanting to discuss the topic anymore.

Natasha

Natasha was sitting at a restaurant and she ordered a dish she couldn't pronounce. She sat silently, trying not to draw attention to herself; hard to do when every man is looking at you with their mouth open.

She wasn't surprised by it though, it happened everywhere she went. The waitress brought her food and it looked good enough. She ate in silence stopping halfway done not wanting to overeat. She left a tip and walked out into the street.

A car honked at her as it passed her making her almost ready to kill someone. She took a breath and walked back to her apartment. Doing nothing was boring, not to mention maddening. She missed the action, and she missed everyone; except Stark. She thought she saw Clint on a roof a week ago, but it was nothing.

But she kept it in the back of her mind. She got to her door and she heard someone in her apartment. She quietly unlocked the door, she pulled out a pistol from her ankle and she slammed the door open.

She found Clint hanging halfway out of a vent, she lowered her gun and rolled her eyes at the situation.

"Really?"